A week after the events of Li An's menstruation cycle, the preparations for the wedding were finally completed. As a future Nascent Soul stage cultivator—having formed an eighth-grade Golden Core—many wished to attend Zhang Hao's wedding. In the end, Zhang Hao had to ask the sect master to lend him the Sect Master's Pavilion to hold the ceremony. The sect master agreed readily; it was a small request from his promising junior, and although the pavilion was vast and grand, it was rarely used for personal occasions. Lending it for such an auspicious event was no trouble at all.
Li An was also very busy. As the bride, Zi Qing insisted on making her try out various red wedding dresses, determined to make Li An the most beautiful bride on her important day.
"Senior Sister, this is the fifth dress already," Li An said wearily as Zi Qing circled her with a critical eye.
"Nonsense! A wedding only happens once. We need to find the perfect one." Zi Qing tugged at the embroidered hem, frowning. "This one makes your waist look too plain. Let's try the one with the phoenix pattern."
Li An sighed and allowed herself to be dressed and undressed like a doll. Zi Qing also insisted on applying makeup and powder until Li An's head was dizzy. Despite living as a woman for years now, she still didn't understand the enthusiasm women had for makeup and clothes. Perhaps it was because Wu Meng Ting's true body was already perfect and didn't need such external adornments to elevate her beauty.
In any case, Li An resigned herself to her fate as Zi Qing's dress-up doll. All she had to do was change clothes and sit still, so she didn't mind it too much. But honestly, with her vision blurred due to repeatedly shattering her own spiritual roots to suppress her cultivation, she could not clearly see her facial features or the details of the dresses. So when Zi Qing asked if she liked a particular dress or thought it was beautiful, she could only reply that she liked it or that it was beautiful.
"You're not even looking!" Zi Qing accused, hands on her hips.
"I am looking," Li An said mildly. "It's very beautiful."
Zi Qing huffed but smiled. "Fine. This one it is, then. You'll be the most stunning bride the Frost Cloud Pavilion has ever seen."
Soon, the wedding day arrived.
In the Sect Master's Pavilion, many reputable sects had sent representatives to congratulate Zhang Hao and to build friendly relationships. The wedding gifts Zhang Hao had accumulated were equivalent to the treasury of a small-sized sect. At least he would not need to worry about providing for Li An in the future.
There were many guests, including familiar faces: the sect master, the six peak masters, and Zhang Hao's younger sister, Zhang Ling. Zhang Ling was overjoyed at her brother's marriage, especially since she knew that Li An was a devoted and graceful partner. Knowing that her brother would gain such a wife, there was no family member in the world who wouldn't be satisfied.
Where was Zi Qing, you might ask? She was helping Li An prepare. Since the wedding dress was long and bulky, Li An needed assistance holding the hem as she walked. When the preparations were ready, Zi Qing escorted Li An into the wedding venue.
The guests, curious about the appearance of the bride, glanced at Li An as she entered. But her face was covered by a red veil, obscuring her features and leaving them disappointed. After all, they wanted to see who had managed to capture the heart of the future Nascent Soul cultivator.
The ceremony proceeded smoothly. Zhang Hao, dressed in formal red and gold robes, stood tall and composed as he and Li An exchanged their vows and completed the ritual bows—to heaven and earth, to the sect master, and to each other. The moment they were declared dao companions, the hall erupted in applause and congratulations.
Not long after, the wedding reached its climax, and the guests began savoring the food on the tables. Zhang Hao had spent considerable effort preparing high-quality spiritual food to ensure the guests would be satisfied. Laughter, conversation, and the clinking of cups filled the pavilion as the celebration continued late into the evening.
After a full day of festivities, the newly announced dao couple finally retreated to their private chamber.
In normal circumstances, the couple would consummate their marriage on the first night. But with Li An's body constitution, such acts were impossible—at least, not in the conventional sense.
They sat side by side on the bed, silent.
Through the artifact ring that bound their souls, Li An could feel Zhang Hao's disappointment clearly. It was a quiet, aching emotion, carefully restrained but impossible to hide.
Li An turned to him. "Zhang Hao."
He looked at her, his expression gentle but tinged with sadness. "It's all right, Li An. I understand. Your body—"
"I know," she interrupted softly. "But I also know how much you've been looking forward to this day. To this night."
She stood and moved to the center of the room. Slowly, deliberately, she shed Li An's disguise.
The plain black hair dissolved into cascading waves of snow-white. The modest, unremarkable features melted away, revealing a face of such breathtaking, otherworldly beauty that it seemed carved by the heavens themselves. Her skin became flawless and luminous, her eyes deep and captivating, her lips soft and perfectly shaped.
And her body—
Zhang Hao's throat went dry.
The wedding dress, which had been altered to fit Li An's modest frame, was now far too small for Wu Meng Ting's true form. Her full, heavy breasts strained against the fabric, the red silk stretched taut across the generous curves. Her waist, impossibly narrow, emphasized the dramatic flare of her hips and the soft, round fullness of her buttocks. The dress clung to every curve, every line, every inch of her exaggerated, peerless figure.
She looked like a goddess wrapped in mortal silk.
"Wu Meng Ting..." Zhang Hao breathed.
She smiled—a small, shy smile that made her beauty even more devastating. "This is my true body. The body you married."
Zhang Hao stared, unable to look away. He had seen her true form before, but never like this. Never dressed as a bride. Never standing before him as his wife.
"I can't give you everything tonight," Wu Meng Ting said quietly. "But I can give you something."
She reached into her robes and withdrew three talismans, each inscribed with intricate formations and glowing faintly with spiritual energy.
"I made these over the past few days," she explained, holding them out. "For tonight. For you."
Zhang Hao took them carefully, examining each one.
"The first is a Soul Boosting Talisman," Wu Meng Ting said. "It will strengthen my consciousness so that I won't be completely suppressed by my body's desires. The second is a Restraining Talisman, drawn with the blood essence of a yang-attributed spiritual beast. It will bind my movements and seal my strength, reducing the chance that I'll overpower you if I lose control."
She paused, her expression serious.
"The third is an Attack Talisman. It inflicts immense pain on its target. If I break free from the Restraining Talisman, you must use it immediately. The pain will bring me back to my senses."
Zhang Hao looked at her, his heart aching. "Wu Meng Ting... you don't have to—"
"I want to," she said firmly. "But you must understand the limits. You cannot penetrate me. Not vaginally. If you stimulate the deepest part of my body—the part condensed with primordial yin spiritual energy—even with the help of these talismans, my body will remain out of control, and my consciousness will be completely suppressed. The primordial yin energy is too dominating. It existed before the universe itself. Nothing in this world can suppress it."
She met his eyes.
"Other than that... you can do anything with this body of mine."
Zhang Hao's breath hitched. His desire, carefully restrained throughout the day, surged to the surface. To be able to touch such a peerless body, to explore its exaggerated sensitivity—he could not wait any longer.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice rough.
"I'm sure," Wu Meng Ting said. "I trust you."
Zhang Hao nodded. He activated the Soul Boosting Talisman first, pressing it gently against her forehead. It glowed briefly, then dissolved into her skin. Next, he applied the Restraining Talisman, placing it over her heart. Immediately, Wu Meng Ting's body stiffened, her arms falling to her sides, her legs locked in place.
She lay back on the bed, unable to move.
Zhang Hao's attention was immediately captured by her constricted breasts. The red silk of the wedding dress stretched so tightly across them that he could see the faint outline of her nipples pressing against the fabric.
He reached out and placed his hand on one soft mound.
The fabric was ultra-thin and ultra-smooth, almost like touching water. Beneath it, her breast was impossibly soft.
It wasn't the uniform softness of dough. It felt like the finest jelly—elastic, yielding. When he pressed his finger in, it left a curved indentation, but the surrounding flesh gently enveloped and filled the space around his finger.
He placed his whole palm on it.
The weight was real. Heavier than he had imagined. When he loosened his grip even slightly, the breast pressed down under its own weight, then sprang back up to meet his palm.
The warmth seeped through the fabric—a constant, living warmth.
Wu Meng Ting was not faring well.
"Ahh—!"
A sharp jolt burst through her body. Her nipples, already sensitive, felt like hot buds straining against the dress. Every time Zhang Hao kneaded and squeezed her breast, the fabric rubbed against her swollen nipples, sending waves of sensation straight to her core.
Her uterus contracted involuntarily, and she felt a flood of wetness between her thighs.
"Nnh—! Zhang Hao—! What—what is this—?!"
As Zhang Hao continued, an even stronger stimulus surged into her brain like an electric current. Her body trembled all over, and her moans became broken and high-pitched.
"Ahh—! I don't—I don't understand—!"
Her once cool and stunning face flushed crimson, becoming incomparably beautiful. Between her thighs, her pristine entrance began to secrete copious amounts of slippery, warm nectar. The crotch area of the dress, already damp with sweat, became even darker as wet stains spread outward. Glistening liquid seeped through the fabric and dripped onto the bedsheets.
A strong, unsettling emptiness surged from the depths of her core—a desperate longing she couldn't name or comprehend.
What is happening to me? Wu Meng Ting thought desperately. Why can't I control my body—?
Zhang Hao, noticing her soaked lower body, applied more pressure. His fingers sank into the soft flesh of her breast, and then he pinched her nipple directly through the fabric.
"AHHH—!"
Wu Meng Ting's body convulsed violently. Her back arched off the bed, her thighs clamped together, and a fresh torrent of fluid gushed from her entrance, soaking the dress and the sheets beneath her.
Her body spasmed uncontrollably for several seconds.
"Nnh—! What—what was that—?! Why—?!"
But Zhang Hao didn't stop. He pinched and twisted her nipple, pulling it outward, deforming her breast into an obscene shape. Wu Meng Ting, unable to move her body, could only moan helplessly and continue to wet the bedsheets.
"Ahh—! Please—! I can't—I can't stop—!"
Hearing her lewd moans, Zhang Hao's desire was fully ignited. His erection pressed painfully against the fabric of his pants. He wanted to release his pent-up desire onto the woman on the bed. He wanted to penetrate her deepest part, to make her moan lewdly as he claimed possession of her body.
But he couldn't.
Unable to claim her virginity, Zhang Hao searched for another way to satisfy his desire—and he found it.
He flipped Wu Meng Ting's body over, positioning her on her hands and knees. Her snow-white hair spilled across the pillow, and her full breasts hung heavily beneath her, swaying with each breath. He pressed his erection against her buttocks, and the moment the hot, hard length made contact with her rear, she leaked even more fluid.
"Nnh—! Zhang Hao—what are you—?"
Zhang Hao spread her buttocks apart, revealing a pretty, unblemished, tightly closed anus.
He couldn't wait any longer.
He positioned himself and pressed forward, slowly but firmly, until the head of his penis breached the tight ring of muscle.
"AHHH—!"
Wu Meng Ting's scream was sharp and breathless.
Zhang Hao had never experienced such tightness before. The moment he entered, he felt a sudden, scalding wave of heat erupt from her body, enveloping his glans and making him shudder. Her anus clenched around him, squeezing rhythmically, as if trying to pull him deeper.
Then Wu Meng Ting's body convulsed violently.
The sensation was overwhelming. Her body, forged with primordial yin energy, was far more sensitive than any ordinary woman's. The powerful, hydraulic-like squeezing of her anus nearly made Zhang Hao ejaculate immediately.
She convulsed for a full five minutes.
"Ahh—! Nnh—! I can't—I can't stop—! What is this—?!"
Her body trembled violently, her full breasts pressing against the bed like two round, plump cushions. Her entrance continued to gush fluid, soaking the sheets beneath her. She couldn't understand what was happening—couldn't name the sensations coursing through her nerves—couldn't comprehend why her body wouldn't obey her will.
When the convulsions finally subsided, her body went limp. Zhang Hao's penis was still inside her, but the tightness had been so intense that he hadn't been able to thrust. Now, her spasming anus had relaxed slightly, returning to a smooth, yielding state.
Zhang Hao moved carefully. He wrapped one arm around her slender waist, supporting her limp body. His other hand slid down between her thighs and found her clitoris, already swollen and slick.
He circled it with precision.
"AHHH—!"
Wu Meng Ting's body convulsed again instantly.
"No—! Not again—! Why—why does my body keep—?!"
She was already overwhelmed after the previous convulsions, but the intense stimulation made her hypersensitive body fall completely into instinctive reaction. She started to moan wildly, her voice breaking and hoarse.
"Ahh—! Nnh—! It's—it's too much—! I can't—!"
Normally, she would have lost consciousness from the sheer intensity of her body's reactions, but the Soul Boosting Talisman kept her conscious, forcing her to experience every second of the overwhelming sensations.
Her eyes rolled upward, and her mind felt like it was burning.
I can't think—I can't—why won't it stop—?!
Even with her consciousness active, she was slowly reduced to a state of pure confusion and helplessness.
"Zhang Hao—! Please—! I can't—I can't stop—!"
Zhang Hao sensed she was on the verge of collapse. Looking at her once-pure, graceful face—now flushed and twisted with pleasure, her white hair plastered to her sweat-soaked skin—his arousal reached its peak.
His body began to tremble. He thrust deep into her tender anus, his movements becoming faster, harder, more desperate. Finally, with a guttural groan, he reached his climax.
"Wu Meng Ting—!"
His penis pulsed violently, and streams of hot, thick semen erupted deep inside her rectum.
"AHHHHH—! WHAT—WHAT IS THIS—?!"
Wu Meng Ting's originally soft voice had become hoarse, but she still let out a beautiful, broken scream. His testicles pressed against her inner thighs, and his shaft, buried to the hilt, pumped wave after wave of semen into her deepest areas.
Her body, as if receiving some rare treasure, arched its back instinctively, accepting the man's essence despite still being a virgin.
"Nnh—! I don't—I don't understand—! Why—AHHH—!"
She was plunged into overwhelming sensations once more. The shame and intensity of being penetrated—even if not vaginally—caused her immense internal conflict. Between her thighs, a fresh torrent of fluid gushed out, soaking the already-drenched sheets beneath her. The liquid was clear and slick, pouring out in waves with each spasm of her body.
What is happening to me—?! I'm still a virgin—but my body—why won't it stop—?!
"I can't—I can't control it—! What is this—?!"
Zhang Hao's ejaculation lasted a very long time. Most men only ejaculate a few spurts, but he released dozens, all of which were injected deep into her rectum. After the last drop, he pulled out slowly, his now-softened penis slipping free with a wet, obscene sound.
Wu Meng Ting collapsed onto the bed, limp and trembling.
"Ahh... ahh... nnh... what... what was that...?"
Her anus, filled with thick semen, couldn't contain it all. Viscous, milky-white liquid flowed out in streams, dripping down past her tightly closed vagina and onto the smooth, hairless skin of her pubic mound. It mixed with the copious fluid still leaking from her entrance, forming a large, obscene puddle on the bed beneath her. The sheets were completely soaked, the fabric clinging to her thighs and buttocks.
Seeing this lewd scene—her peerless body trembling, fluids dripping from both holes, her white hair spread across the pillow like spilled moonlight—Zhang Hao's penis, which had just softened, began to harden again.
But something else was happening.
Wu Meng Ting's womb, separated from her rectum by only a thin wall, began to generate heat. It had sensed the thick male essence that had been deposited so close to it—and it began to take control of her body.
The Restraining Talisman shattered.
Wu Meng Ting's eyes snapped open, but they were unfocused, glazed with pure instinct. She rose to her knees, turned, and pushed Zhang Hao down onto the bed.
"Wu Meng Ting—wait—!"
But she didn't respond. Her body, driven by primal need, plunged Zhang Hao's newly erect penis back into her anus.
Ahh—! No—! My body—it’s moving on its own—!
Unlike Wu Meng Ting's inexperienced consciousness, her body—filled with desire—knew the most effective ways to reach its goal.
Her waist began swinging in slow, deliberate circles, grinding the head of Zhang Hao's penis against the thin wall separating her rectum from her womb. With each rotation, fluid was squeezed out from deep inside, making wet, lewd, gurgling sounds. Fresh liquid splattered onto Zhang Hao's groin with every movement.
Nnh—! Ahh—! I can’t—I can’t stop moving—! Why—?!
Then she sank down to the deepest point and rotated her hips sharply, so that her entire anal wall wrapped tightly around his shaft, squeezing it like wringing a towel.
"Nnh—! Wu Meng Ting—!"
The sounds of wet flesh colliding and involuntary moaning filled the room. Her hips slammed wildly against Zhang Hao's lower abdomen, her buttocks shaking violently with each impact. Fluid splattered from her vagina with intense force, soaking Zhang Hao's abdomen, groin, and thighs, and forming a huge puddle on the sheets. The liquid was warm and slick, dripping down his sides and pooling beneath them both.
Ahh—! Ahh—! Something’s—something’s happening—! I can’t—!
Her chest bounced up and down. With each frantic twist of her waist, her full breasts swayed dramatically in the air, the soft flesh bouncing like jelly, her nipples drawing lewd arcs through the air. Her white hair whipped around her shoulders, clinging to her sweat-soaked skin.
From the stimulation in her anus, her body could feel her uterus contracting wildly. Her fingers dug deep into her vagina, trying desperately to reach her womb, and they never stopped moving. Each thrust of her fingers caused more fluid to gush out, soaking her hand and dripping down her wrist.
Why—! Why is my body doing this—?! I don’t understand—! It’s too much—!
Wu Meng Ting's body had never stopped convulsing since her anus was first filled. Despite shaking and trembling, her movements never ceased. Her anus learned to actively squeeze the hot object inside it, the walls tightening rapidly and rhythmically, milking Zhang Hao's penis with desperate, instinctive precision.
AHHH—! Again—! It’s happening again—! What is this sensation—?!
Her voice broke into fragmented gasps and cries. She couldn't name what was coursing through her body—couldn't understand why her nerves felt like they were burning, why her entrance kept releasing torrents of fluid, why her consciousness felt like it was drowning in sensations she had no words for.
I don’t—I don’t know—! My body won’t listen—! Why—?!
Zhang Hao felt her anus tighten violently around him, the rhythmic squeezing pushing him toward his limit.
"Wu Meng Ting—I can't—!"
No—! Don’t—! Something’s coming—! I don’t know what—!
Her body arched backward as another wave of intense sensation seized her. Fluid gushed from her entrance in a heavy stream, soaking the sheets and dripping down onto Zhang Hao's thighs. Her entire body convulsed, her white hair whipping across the bed, her breasts bouncing wildly with each involuntary spasm.
AHHH—! I can’t—I can’t understand—! Why does my body keep—?!
Zhang Hao groaned and thrust upward one final time. His penis pulsed violently, and another wave of hot semen erupted deep into her rectum.
It’s—it’s hot again—! Why—?!
Her body arched even further, accepting the fresh heat instinctively. Between her thighs, another torrent of clear fluid poured out, mixing with the semen leaking from her anus and soaking the already-drenched bed beneath them. The sheets were completely ruined, dark and heavy with the mixture of fluids.
Her fingers, still buried in her vagina, curled and pressed desperately against the thin wall separating her womb from her rectum, as if trying to reach the source of the heat.
I don’t—I don’t know what this is—! My body—it won’t stop—!
Her anus squeezed rhythmically around Zhang Hao's softening penis, milking out every last drop. Her thighs trembled violently, and her entrance continued to release fluid in waves, the liquid dripping down her inner thighs and pooling beneath her.
Why—why can’t I control myself—?! What’s wrong with me—?!
Her voice was hoarse, broken, and filled with confusion and alarm. She stared down at her own trembling body in shock, unable to comprehend why it would not obey her will, why it kept moving and convulsing and releasing fluids without her permission.
And then her womb realized it had been tricked. It was not receiving the yang energy it craved.
Her hands shot down and grabbed Zhang Hao's now-softened penis. She tried to insert it into her vagina.
"No—! Wu Meng Ting—stop—!"
I have to—I have to—! My body needs—!
Fortunately, Zhang Hao's penis remained soft after his second release, and Wu Meng Ting's frantic attempts were futile. Zhang Hao, seeing the danger, quickly pressed the Attack Talisman onto her body.
Immediately, immense pain rampaged through her nerves.
"AHHH—!"
She regained her senses.
The residual pleasure experienced by her body during the loss of control suddenly assaulted her all at once. She fell onto the bed, her legs squirming uncontrollably. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't stop jerking and convulsing.
Nnh—! Ahh—! What—what is this—?!
Her entrance continued to gush fluid, the aftershocks of her body's spasms causing her to convulse violently. The sheets beneath her were completely drenched, the fabric dark and heavy with the mixture of semen, arousal, and sweat. Her white hair clung to her face and shoulders, and her entire body trembled with sensations she could not comprehend.
I—I don’t understand—! Why won’t it stop—?!
Her thighs rubbed together involuntarily, and the friction caused another wave of intense sensation to ripple through her body. She gasped and convulsed, her hands clutching the soaked sheets in confusion and alarm.
Ahh—! No—! What’s happening to me—?!
Her body continued to spasm, her entrance releasing fresh fluid with each involuntary contraction. She couldn't identify what was coursing through her nerves—was it pain? Was it something else? Her conscious mind recoiled from the intensity, unable to name or understand the overwhelming sensations that kept assaulting her.
Why—why can’t I control my body—?! Make it stop—! Please—!
Another involuntary climax seized her, her back arching off the bed as her body convulsed without her permission. She cried out in bewildered distress, her voice breaking.
I don’t—I don’t know what this is—! Why does my body keep—?!
Her white hair whipped across the soaked sheets as her head thrashed from side to side. Between her thighs, the fluid continued to pour out in waves, soaking her inner thighs and pooling beneath her. She stared down at her own trembling body in shock and confusion, unable to comprehend why it would not obey her will.
This sensation—what is it—?! Why does it feel like—like—?!
She couldn't finish the thought. Another spasm seized her, cutting off her words into a broken, involuntary cry. Her entire body shook, her peerless form glistening with sweat and other fluids, completely beyond her understanding or control.
Only after ten minutes did she finally regain the ability to talk.
"Zhang... Hao..." she gasped, her voice hoarse and trembling.
Zhang Hao immediately moved to her side, his expression filled with concern. "Are you all right? Did I hurt you?"
Wu Meng Ting smiled weakly. "No. You... you did well."
She reached up and touched his face gently.
"How was it?" she asked softly. "Your experience?"
Zhang Hao let out a breathless laugh. "It was... incredible. Beyond anything I imagined."
Wu Meng Ting's smile widened slightly. "Good. Although you didn't take my virginity... you still experienced the pleasure of penetrating this body of mine." She paused, then added with a hint of pride, "I'm confident that my body is tighter than most women's. You should have felt more pleasure than if you had regular intercourse with a normal woman."
Zhang Hao pulled her into his arms, cradling her trembling body against his chest. "You're not 'most women,' Wu Meng Ting. You're my wife. And tonight was perfect."
Wu Meng Ting rested her snow-white head against his shoulder, her breathing slowly returning to normal.
They lay together in silence for a while, their bodies warm and tangled, the scent of sweat and intimacy filling the room.
"Zhang Hao," Wu Meng Ting murmured.
"Mm?"
"Thank you. For stopping when you needed to. For preventing me from losing control."
Zhang Hao kissed the top of her head. "Always."
They snuggled into each other's arms and talked quietly—about the wedding, about the guests, about the future they would build together.
And despite the limitations of her body, despite the dangers and the restraints, Wu Meng Ting felt something she had not felt in a very long time.
She felt loved.